What should I do? Thinking about the things black women usually do, Laura couldn’t open her mouth.
But thinking of the black women's advice, Laura couldn't let them go. She bit her lips in confusion, and time slowly passed by.
The women looked at Laura with different eyes and complex expressions.
"If you don't want to go, you can, I'll go." In the end, she still couldn't bring herself to be cruel. Laura gritted her teeth and suddenly said: "Everyone knew what our eldest sister did to us back then. Now..."
When the elder sister was mentioned, the white woman who was unwilling to rescue could not help but show a trace of shame.
The eldest sister is black. The black people everywhere are as black as they come. They have nothing to do with white people. But the eldest sister has never treated them as outsiders, and there is no difference in food distribution. Rewards and punishments are clear, and they are strong.
A worthy leader.
If the eldest sister does not die...
Recalling the black women's past, the white woman who was the first to speak gritted her teeth and pulled the bolt of the gun: "Okay, I will go with you to repay the kindness of the eldest sister. But I have something to say first. Since we have separated,
Unless they come together, otherwise..."
Now that the conflict has occurred, it can only be a delusion to think about going back to the past. Although Laura really wants to reunite the two teams, she also knows that this is no longer possible.
With the first one in mind, the other women looked at each other. In the silence, a voice rang out: "If it's just to repay a favor, I'll go."
"I'll go too." A hand was raised.
"And me." The other hand was raised.
"Count me in……"
Arms raised one after another were all over the car in the blink of an eye.
The few remaining people faced the glances from their companions and reluctantly raised their hands, cursing in their hearts. Fuck, those niggas will die if they want. Why do they want us to fight so hard? They are so stupid.
!
The resolution was passed, and the hover car went back again. Not long after, eight green dots appeared on the on-board thunder.
The arc of sand fell across the wasteland. With both hands firmly grasping the steering wheel, Laura stared at the radar and her pupils shrank wildly. The eight hover cars were the same group of people from before! What should I do?
To go or not to go?
After struggling for a moment, Laura calmed down when she saw that the green dot had not moved. She pushed the operating lever and drove forward.
Dusky, dry, the eternal melody of the desert.
There are a group of cats in the car, three groups of soldiers beating each other in groups, and none of them are guarding the cab. They don't have those fancy things like Bergbird, neither music nor images. As for individual soldier communication
Equipment? Haha, if you take that thing out, you will only make yourself uncomfortable.
A geomagnetic storm blew through, and everything was gone. Only the large radar on the hoverboard was still of some use.
This is the tragedy of this era, and it is also the main factor why individual soldier strength is becoming more and more important.
In the soft sand dunes, Laura carefully poked out half of her head, looked at the motionless hover car opposite and sighed: "Come here a few people, let's go grab the car."
"How to rob?"
Facing a group of tin cans, as long as they don't open the door, the rags in their hands will only make the tiger bite the hedgehog. Laura tightened the machine gun in her hand and looked back with a smile: "We are women."
The deliberately scratched underwear seems to be exposed. As a group of women who survived in the apocalypse, they used to live off men. How to please men and how to seduce men are common topics they often discuss when they are bored. There is even more discussion between secret friends.
Not to mention.
Although they are independent now, no one will forget their roots. And because of the long-term fighting, these white women are now even more wild. In terms of deceiving people, they have only increased than before.
The yellow sand was rolling in, and the women supported by twos and threes staggered forward, and several energy bombs were fired at the locomotive.
There was a loud bang, and the soldiers in the car were stunned, then pulled their necks and shouted: "Enemy attack!"
Of the eight motorcycles, only the outermost three were occupied. The communication equipment was turned on, and the well-equipped soldiers were stunned as they looked at the screen.
There was a loud sound of gunshots hitting the ground.
"Hey, what's wrong, buddy?" The soldier behind who couldn't see the screen kept pushing forward. When he finally squeezed in, he was dumbfounded.
"Wow! Girls, a group of girls, a group of beautiful girls."
A wolf howled and the crowd became excited. The soldiers who had been blocking the cab just now rushed towards the car.
"Open the door, hurry up and open the door. I want to comfort them with my great second brother."
"Oh, my angel, oh, my baby, look, look, they are so beautiful. Those breasts, that ass, those sexy big lips."
The sheep entered the wolf's den, and a group of soldiers with green eyes rushed out of the car door.
Whistling, posing.
Showing off her breasts, holding her dick, showing off all sorts of ugly things.
Laura smiled charmingly and waved her arms: "Brother Bing, our car has no energy, can you take us back to the city?"
A soft and husky female voice floated in the wind, and a group of soldiers couldn't help but shiver.
If this little girl is pressed down, just with this tone... Oh! Virgin Mary, she must be the angel sent by you.
With their guns raised high above their heads and their chests raised, Laura and the others acted as if they were undefended in accordance with the convention of contact. As they walked around, they twisted their waists and straddled their bodies, making flirtatious looks.
The soldiers were drooling and pulling one by one. No one wanted to let others rush out first.
There were too few women, so it was difficult to get a head start. You didn't need to think twice to know that the first shot belonged to the commander.
But then again, there are no big official titles here, the highest is just a company commander. It is obviously impossible for him to take all the girls by himself. As for the squad leader? Hehe, usually everyone sleeps in the same room. Squad leader, squad leader
Mao. At this time, it doesn’t matter whether you are working or not. At most, you can go back and put on your shoes.
For a woman like this, let alone small shoes, rocket shoes are worth wearing.
No matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end.
When the two gangs finally came together, the scene instantly got out of control.
The soldiers, who were clearly divided into several piles, each dragged a woman to their respective cars.
Laura leaned against the company commander's arms charmingly and softly spoke: "I am yours alone, shall we find a quiet place?"
"Okay, okay." The company commander nodded vigorously, protected Laura with both hands, turned around and yelled: "Little bastards, get out of my way."
"Company commander, if you want to eat alone, you have to ask your brothers, are you right?" a squad leader shouted loudly.
"Yes, it's not good to eat alone." The soldiers responded loudly. If you can't get up on your own, it's not bad to add to the company commander's obstacles.
Seeing the group of noisy soldiers in front of him, the company commander kicked the squad leader who was leading the trouble and cursed: "You are the only one who has a lot of troubles. Be careful, I will put you in solitary confinement. Get out of here."
The company commander, who yelled and cursed all the way, broke out of the crowd after going through hardships, and was trying to take advantage of two things, when a bright knife appeared on his neck: "Good boy, don't move."
Noticing that something was wrong, she bent her elbow and hit it back. Laura smiled coquettishly and reached out. The company commander who fought back immediately lost strength.
"Bah! So small."
"You..." The company commander, whose second son was caught and whose balls were almost broken, was angry and furious, with a suffocating face.
Two shots were fired. Holding the newly captured M14 automatic pistol, Laura smiled at the stunned soldiers and said, "Sisters, do it."
Woo...ow...oh...
The tough women, who punched and kicked each other and picked the second one to attack, rubbed their sore breasts and buttocks and retaliated angrily.
In the crowd, several soldiers with strange eyes looked at each other and quietly touched their guns.